Matching Energy

My family tends to bring the best out of me, even when I’m not at my best.

A dream (not) deferred…

One of my favorite poems from my youth is the Langston Hughes classic that reads: What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry upLike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore–And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over–like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.Or does it…

Reconciling our programming

We are each a compilation of our internal wiring and lived experiences informed by the world around us. How we show up in this world depends largely on how we show up to ourselves.

Honoring our stories

The best we can do is honor our own stories as they unfold, and give ourselves (and each other) necessary grace.